Song of Solomon 2
1 I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys.
Ngililuba laseSharoni, imbali yasezigodini.
2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
Njengembali phakathi kwameva sinjalo isithandwa sami phakathi kwezintombi.
3 As the apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, whom I desired: and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
Njengesihlahla se-aphula phakathi kwezihlahla zeganga sinjalo isithandwa sami phakathi kwamajaha. Kumnandi kimi ukuhlala emthunzini waso, lezithelo zakhe ziyahlabusa kimi.
4 He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.
Useke wangisa endlini yedili, lophawu lwakhe kimi luthando.
5 Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with love.
Ngiqinisani ngamavini awonyisiweyo, lingivuselele ngama-aphula, ngoba sengiyathiswa luthando.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
Ingalo yakhe yobunxele ngiyiqamele, kuthi ingalo yakhe yokunene ingigonile.
7 I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the, fields, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.
Madodakazi aseJerusalema, ngiyaliqonqosela ngezimpala langezimpalakazi zeganga. Lingalunyakazisi loba liluvuse uthando luze luzifunele lona.
8 The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.
Zwanini! Yisithandwa sami! Khangelani! Nansi siyeza, siseqa ezintabeni siqolotsha emaqaqeni.
9 My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.
Isithandwa sami sinjengempala loba ithole lomziki. Khangela! Nansiyana simi ngale komduli wakwethu, sikhangele sibona emawindini, silunguza ngezimbotshana.
10 Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.
Isithandwa sami sakhuluma sathi kimi, “Sukuma, sithandwa sami, wena omuhle, woza sihambe.
11 For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.
Khangela! Ubusika sebudlulile; isikhathi sezulu sesidlule.
12 The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is heard in our land:
Amaluba asebonakala emangweni; isikhathi sokuhlabelela kwezinyoni sesifikile, ukukhala kwamajuba sekuzwakala elizweni lakithi.
13 The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:
Umkhiwa usuthela izithelo zawo zakuqala; amavini aqhakazayo aseletha iphunga elimnandi. Sukuma, woza sithandwa sami; wena omuhle wami, woza sihambe.”
14 My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.
Juba lami elisezingoxweni zedwala, ekusithekeni kwamawa entaba, akungitshengise ubuso bakho, akungizwise ilizwi lakho; ngoba limnandi ilizwi lakho, lobuso bakho buyabukeka.
15 Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.
Sibambeleni amakhanka, amakhanka amancinyane onayo ezivinini, izivini zethu esezithela.
16 My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies,
Isithandwa sami ngesami lami ngingowakhe; uzithokozisa ngoba phakathi kwamaluba.
17 Till the day break, and the shadows retire. Return: be like, my beloved, to a roe, or to a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
Akuze kube emadabukakusa lapho kunyamalala khona izithunzi, phenduka sithandwa sami, ube njengempala loba njengegogo elisengumntwana phezu kwezintaba ezilamakhelekethe.
